Margaret Alice Second

Silver Star - 3,551 Points (24 January 1961 / South Africa)

Turning Into A Hedonist - Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Just for the record, neither an egg wrap without
meat and onions nor rice cakes with salt make a
difference, sugar is a quick escape but then my
knees and legs become inflamed, no help any-
where, watching time pass oh so slowly while
knowing that only once I get going to find the
right medication will I feel better

Yet the day is unending, the torture goes on and
on, I’m sure I can compete with the best there is
in suffering pain without flinching, all my life I
have been practicing to be a Stoic - but as time
passes I’m losing interest in winning this race,
wanting to feel well all the time - turning into a
hedonist means I want pain to stop immediately

No dilly-dallying, no suffering in imitation of the
Old Testament prophets and Eastern holy men!


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 14, 2013


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